I've taken a 10-year hiatus from the Grammy's. But, a snowstorm that has left us sequestered with a fire burning in the fireplace and the kids early to bed has left me with a rare opportunity to sit and watch a show I used to love to watch all the time.
I find my self tripping down memory lane. My pre-married life was spent on the edges of the music industry. I worked for the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, which afforded me the opportunity to see a minimum of 20 high-profile music acts each year. I got to be in close proximity to many of those acts, and it was always fun to watch the music award shows. When one of the acts I may have met would win an award, somehow, it kind of felt like a distant cousin had done well.
One thing disturbed me greatly about this show. I was quite excited about the fact that some of my favorites would be playing - however, I do not like it when the intros include statements such as, "a living legend" and instead of the actual artist, there is a "tribute" by today's artists. I think they are implying that my favorites are old. Which means that I am no longer as hip or cool as I was under the impression that I was.
I find myself sitting with a confused expression as I watch weird Mickey Mouse light up masks. I do not know half the artists, and I find their "music" to be less than appealing. I would classify it more as noise. Which makes me think that I heard my mother say something similar years ago.
Oh. No.
It has just occurred to me that I am officially old. Break out the cane, lap quilt, and hot tea......
Wait. I can stop this. I will be rushing out as soon as the snow stops to purchase the latest CDs - Bruno Mars, Adele, Rhianna, Lady Goo Goo, I mean Ga Ga or whatever. I can turn back time, I know it! What's that you say? No CDs? Download it?
Nevermind. I think I will just accept my age, embrace my old favorites, and go to bed.
I find my self tripping down memory lane. My pre-married life was spent on the edges of the music industry. I worked for the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo, which afforded me the opportunity to see a minimum of 20 high-profile music acts each year. I got to be in close proximity to many of those acts, and it was always fun to watch the music award shows. When one of the acts I may have met would win an award, somehow, it kind of felt like a distant cousin had done well.
One thing disturbed me greatly about this show. I was quite excited about the fact that some of my favorites would be playing - however, I do not like it when the intros include statements such as, "a living legend" and instead of the actual artist, there is a "tribute" by today's artists. I think they are implying that my favorites are old. Which means that I am no longer as hip or cool as I was under the impression that I was.
I find myself sitting with a confused expression as I watch weird Mickey Mouse light up masks. I do not know half the artists, and I find their "music" to be less than appealing. I would classify it more as noise. Which makes me think that I heard my mother say something similar years ago.
Oh. No.
It has just occurred to me that I am officially old. Break out the cane, lap quilt, and hot tea......
Wait. I can stop this. I will be rushing out as soon as the snow stops to purchase the latest CDs - Bruno Mars, Adele, Rhianna, Lady Goo Goo, I mean Ga Ga or whatever. I can turn back time, I know it! What's that you say? No CDs? Download it?
Nevermind. I think I will just accept my age, embrace my old favorites, and go to bed.
I'm with you!
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